"You shouldn’t be here."
Aria’s voice came out sharper than intended, her pulse racing as she stared at him through the flickering candlelight. She had been pacing the room for the past hour, trying to push away the lingering memories of what had happened on the battlefield—the darkness that had swallowed her whole, the raw fury in Kieran’s eyes before she had been ripped away.
And now, standing in the dimly lit chamber of her captor’s fortress, was him.
Lucien.
A traitor. An enemy. A man who had fought for the Dark Alpha.
And yet… he had saved her life.
"Then tell me to leave." His voice was deep, smooth, but laced with something that made her chest tighten. A quiet dare.
Aria clenched her fists. She should tell him to leave. She should scream, should demand answers, should remind
